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Towards the Light
No mortal man is fit to be adored;
I worship you no more ! My
broken idol
Has lost the power to enthral
my heart.
Woe unto me! ... I knew not,
in my blindness,
That women harm the men they
long to serve
By giving all and claiming noth-
ing. Love
Must be the recompense of noble
strife
;
A price to victory —then it is
precious
!
The love a man deserves — he
values high ;
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